The Song Of Hope

From this canvas bursts forth a vast bird, green wings spread wide. It cleaves the space with the ardor of a burning breath, sweeping away shadows and dissolving fear. Its song is not made of notes, but of surges, colors, and light. Each wingbeat becomes a promise, each vibration a call to believe once more. The horizon blazes with gold and crimson, as if the entire world suddenly remembered that it is alive. In this luminous clamor, pain dissolves, leaving only the raw strength of hope. This bird does not belong to the skies of men—it comes from an inner realm, where dreams never die. It reminds us that even in the very heart of chaos, life knows how to invent a future. And in the trace of its flight appears a certainty: the evidence of renewal.